SURRENDER TO THE RAGE.

     ❛that is really not as good a defense as you seem to think it is.❜

      really? // @medicablade​

Yuichi had gone into a bit of a daze, his eyes losing focus on the tablets and papers and the text on them blurring a bit as he just stared at them. The white noise of the rain outside was all that was going on in his head.

But then, a voice catches his attention and he straightens immediately, blinking at Yagen and registering the question asked of him.

“Oh-- yes, please,” he replies, motioning to one of the chairs he kept near his desk for moments like these. “Thank you. Have a seat if you want.” It was a take-it-or-leave-it offer, but it was a little apparent that Yuichi hoped Yagen would take it-- a welcome distraction.

The tanto smiles softly, taking the invitation gracefully as he steps in, soon carefully placing the tea platter on probably the only open space left on his poor saniwa’s desk. Admittedly, he couldn’t blame him being swamped like this---regulated magic seemed like such a hassle ( easy to say when he didn’t think about the fact he, and his brethren, possessed a soul in a sharp, pointy object ) when all this responsibility was involved.

“Ah.” There’s open surprise---Yagen wasn’t expecting the favor pressed into his hands, praised by his eldest brother, but ( yeesh, he shouldn’t have expected less, it’s far too much like ichigo to go out of his way to also pass around treats to his brothers ) lilac softens as he takes a look inside, considering how many he should eat later on. The eldest of brothers is one of the few toudan that can elicit such open sentimentality as the tantou smiles in return, content and acknowledged. Ichigo’s simply too good at validating his siblings, he reasons.